After arriving back in Waterdeep to discover the city in uproar and many buildings, including Thraim’s mansion, and Reginalds rope warehouse, damaged by the unforeseen destruction. DOOM spent a few days seeing to their personal affairs after which they descended upon the Sated Spectre to regroup and hatch a few cunning plans.
It was an unusually busy night in the Spectre, with some 20 odd patrons sat quietly drinking the finely crafted beers and spirits. Occasionally a dagger would be drawn to quietly knife fight over some matter of substance, but all was calm. The members of DOOM sat arguing over what could be defined as THE LAW, Lanceabit had just cracked open his 2nd small barrel of finest Brandy and was loudly proclaiming that “IAM DA LAW” to which Kerreth was calmly explaining that no he was actually a loud smelly lunatic and not in fact “The Law”
Into this dingy scene of dysfunctional domestic bliss strode six brash youths all wearing blue shirts. They glared at everyone (who ignored them)and strutted over to the bar. The leader demanded in a loud voice to see the owner. Every quietened as every patron in the bar pointed as one to Reginald and waited for the entertainment to begin/ Reginald popped up from behind the bar onto a box. “What?” he said extruding hostility and impatience.
The leader of the gang introduced himself saying that he was the leader of a gang called the “blue blah blahs”. Reginalds flat stare clearly showed how much he did not care. Amidst the astonished whispering that filled the room other members of DOOM sauntered into action. Cyric the brave and cleaver immediately moved to close the drafty door. Kerreth stood still and began muttering about city rules and regulations presumably about to be broken. Sly became hopelessly entranced by Kerreth’s passionately heaving bosom. The drunken Sir Lanceabit sidled over to the bar and loomed behind the young fellows.
Oblivious to the lack of response and closing doors the young fellow made a poor attempt at intimidation followed by an offer of “protection”. The Gnome correctly outraged by this childish threat took a swing at this pitiful young fellow and attempted some ad hoc dentistry. Unfortunately he was betrayed by his stature, missed, but managed to make it look like he was angrily hitting the bar.
Taking his cue from this attempted violence Thraim sprang across the room, kicked a youth in the back and knocked him unconscious, before springing back again.
Lanceabit leaned forward, tapped the young leader on the shoulder and pointed out in a quiet slightly slurred voice that if they did not leave he would be forced to murder them. He continued to stand over the young thug-lings, swaying gently while they picked up their unconscious comrade and left. As they departed the leader warned ominously that “we will just see”. This was met by general hilarity from DOOM and patrons and overcome with laughter Reginald fell off his box and disappeared behind the bar.
At the door, the leaders cloak suddenly caught in the freakishly strong fist of Thraim. He beckoned the youth down to his height and when he was disturbingly close and whispered” Laddie, this Inn is under my protection and if it was ever even slightly burnt I will personally hunt you down and “eat your liver with a nice white wine”. Not breaking eye contact he then casually threw him a good ways down the street, passed his friends who were already running off. General hilarity ensued and Lanceabit bought the next round.
Meanwhile Cyric trailed them to their lair near Gut alley and Reginald, obviously spooked, decided to reprioritise his research library elsewhere. Sly offered to help with the move and promised to only steal some of the books. Strangely enough his assistance wasn’t required.
Cyric arrived back to inform them that he had found their lair, DOOM said Hooray! And as one decided to visit the upstarts and teach them manners. They strolled through the dark night streets of Waterdeep to the “hideout” behind Gut alley. Strangely they encountered no Vampires, thus proving that these were indeed strange times. Upon arrival at the mouth of the ally Cyric decided to climb onto the roof to sneakily observe from the shadows.
Taking the role of lead antagonist and flabby magically enhanced muscle Thraim informed the, youthful blue clad Doorman to “Take me to your Leader”. The guard sniggered and unwisely said “no way you little monster”. A collective intake of breath over teeth was heard from the members of DOOM and Thraim turned to the second doorman and said “after I kill your friend, you will take me to your leader”.
With that he swung his mace, nobody flew 12000 feet into the air, and the head of the impolite doorman was crushed like an egg (with no blood anywhere of course). With a smile he winked at the remaining youth and said “take me to your leader”. This sensible youth now terrified by the sudden and casually horrible demise of his comrade immediately agreed that this was his best option. Lanceabit’s loud enthusiastic clapping and exclamations of ”Lovely” “Good Show” and “Jolly well done” could be heard over the youth’s fumbled attempts to open the door.
DOOM casually strolled through the throng of youths without even drawing weapons, except for Thraim’s blood smeared mace. The leader of the gang was revealed to be the very same youth who Thraim had previously thrown down the street. The youth could be seen gulping nervously and giving a venomous look towards his terrified underling as DOOM strolled up to him.
When standing in front of this youth, Thraim casually said that “you now work for him now (pointing at Reginald) now, or I kill you right now”. The youth displaying wisdom far beyond his meagre years and replied that his “previous boss would be upset”.
Further investigation revealed that his individual was by the name of Slaan who was straying at (277 on the map). A debate broke out in front of the horrified youths as to the nature of the rude door mans death. It was decided after much debate that it had been a form of Suicide. To call a heavily armed and clearly experience Druegar a “Little Monster” was surely the act of someone who was suicidal. Conclusion: clearly no laws broken, Cause of death was suicidal misadventure.
DOOM traipsed off to the Inn a short 5 minute walk away. Cyric disguised himself as an only beard wearing man, but strangely was pelted with flowers. The old crone at the Inn’s front desk was approached directly by Lanceabit who subtly asked “where is Slan” The crone coyly held out for a bribe which completely escaped the confused fighter. Just as he was beginning to contemplate violence he was gently led away to have matters explained to him. Thraim stepped up and successfully bribed the crone to reveal Slaan’s location upstairs.
The door was knocked upon and Cyric imitated the voice of the crone to say that a package had arrived. The door was opened and then pushed open faster by Thraim allowing the majority of DOOM to proceed in. Slaan looked nervously at DOOM again who instructed him that he now worked for them now or he got “the mace”. Thraim just grinned and patted Typus on his hands. Slaan immediately seeing his untimely death if he disagreed, decided to side with the Reginald gambit. His previous boss was a floating potato who hasn’t been seen in several months. Reginald generously agreed to only taken half is takings as boss as a sign of “good” faith. Slaan ran several such young tough gangs around Waterdeep. DOOM left to go back drinking at the Sated Spectre.